XM35

A gun was built, oh so grand. The M35, its name so fine, A low-recoil gun, oh so divine. It kept the enemies alive. Developed for the Army's might, And the Marines, ready to fight. A tank that never went to waste. The M35, a fearsome sight, Ready to defend with all its might. With the M35, nothing went wrong. And the M10 Booker, a vehicle so bold, With the M35, it never grew old. A tank gun that brought honor and acclaim. In the land of tanks, it stood so tall, Protecting our soldiers, one and all. Random page: Kvadehuken